The Odyssey of Mattie Agonistes
So, this week is my company's annual meeting -- held in San Diego this year -- and I should be there. But, I am home. Here is my story:
Morning came and I found a helpful gate agent (to be sure the staff was mostly helpful) and there were indeed seats on the 8AM flight, so I moved myself to that and there was a nice and smooth flight home. But -- and I expected this -- my suitcase was NOT on the carousel. No one at American seemed to know where it was, as it had yet to land. I despair of seeing it again! Anyways, thankful that I kept my gloves, I took a shivery walk to the long-term lot, where -- mercy of mercies -- the Behemoth started up. The roads were mostly good; 480 a bit off, 77 beautiful, and you can tell the difference between Parma and other suburbs. I stopped at Walgreen's to pick up prescriptions and then at Arby's to get the $7.49 box special (pretty good; been a while since I had an Arby's roast beef!). Then home to eat, shower, change clothes, and brush my teeth. I was feeling fine now but am quite sleepy though not so tired to plan on watching J!.
All I can say is that was....largely a waste? I mean, I skipped the meeting, missed a day and a half of real work, spent cash (to be reimbursed but...), stressed myself out, and am out a suitcase full of stuff including my razor (I have a spare but still), some library books, my prayer cards, and some clothes. I did eat at a place on the list and read all of Rick Atkinson's The British are Coming (quite good, as expected) and started the next, but...sigh. I do not think I will do this again if there are weather-related travel issues; my ardor for being a good coworker offset by solid practicality.
This is pretty good, and -- as I so often say -- we are blessed to have him on our team.
